Demons Of Society

Omnicide

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Political corectness offends me

Delusion/ nothing else/
Is that forbidding words/
Will change anything/
On the face of (planet) earth

Not afraid/ to speak out/
The truth veneerd by liars/
Even if it makes me/
Become a social pariah

Political correctness/
Such a huge delusion/
A comforting lie/
For the mentally weakened

Even if you could remove/
All words in existence/
You can't possibly/
Take away conviction

So what if I say words that you seem to dislike,
If I don't say them it won't change about what’s my mind

I won't oblige to these senseless rules that you have created

Some morons still lament/
That I have to martyr/
Petty little fools/
(The) source of my departure

I can't conform,
I won't oblige
I still despise
Because I...

See the world as it is and it might not be pretty
But too me this is no criteria

So what if I say words that you seem to dislike,
If I don't say them it won't change about what’s my mind

I won't oblige to these senseless rules that you have created

Semantic crippling/
To pointless rules they cling
Where the fool is a king/
The word is disfigured

So what is it you intend to do
With my way of thinking?
Is it enlightment long overdue?
Or the blindfold before the silencing